“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more” ~ George Gordon Byron (1788-1824)

I’m different not different.
Not different because I still love you
In every way possible there is to love you.
Not different because I still tell you every day.
Not different because I want to see you.
Not different because I want it to be soon and I want to know when…
Not different because I still dream of your touch.
Not different because the thought of it drives me wild.
But different because there is no real reply.
Dreams are all I have but not all that I want.
Different because I have to be brave in the face of your silence;
Different because I want you to come back to me;
Different because I tell you what I want and where I want it because there’s so little time;
Different because this is not really me,
I’m not really brave or selfless or assertive
But I love you and this is what you want

Sometimes poetry Just has to be heard in order for all the nuances and subtleties of emotion to be understood. This poem by Derrick Brown does all the things a great poem should: it makes you laugh, makes you want to cry, makes you think…